Cold misty evening
I watched you walking up the path
up to the front door
your footsteps in the grass
We've been here before
you out there while I'm stuck in here
looking out from the bedroom
with a crack in the glass
So, Priscilla this is a warning
trying to tell this is a war
No goodbyes and no time for mourning
Now we'll see what see what this love is for
I believe in springtime
I believe in dead leaves in the wind
and I know that endings
are the best place to begin
But when I watched you coming
and I saw you brush up against the ferns
All i could think was
if they're wet will they ever burn?
So, Priscilla this is a warning
trying to tell this is a war
No goodbyes and no time for mourning
Now we'll see what see what this love is for
What's it for?
What's it for?
What's it for?
And there in the blue moonlight
you stopped and turned toward the ocean
And you were so still standing
I wondered if you would ever tuned around
Cold misty evening
I watched you walking up the path
up to the front door
your footsteps in the grass
I could see you thinking
and I had a notion that that wasn't good
but you put your boot on the first step
and I could hear the creak in the wood
So, Priscilla this is a warning
trying to tell this is a war
No goodbyes and no time for mourning
Now we'll see what see what this love is for
What's it for?
What's it for?
What's it for?
So, Priscilla this is a warning
trying to tell this is a war
No goodbyes and no time for mourning
Now we'll see what see what this love is for
So, Priscilla this is a warning
trying to tell this is a war
No goodbyes and no time for mourning
Now we'll see what see what this love is for